babysantana – kite lyrics
[intro]
woah (woah)
bee (woah)
t+uh, t+uh, bee (woah)
t+uh, t+uh, bee (woah)
e+e+e+e+e, uh, yeah, uh
yeah, uh, yeah (yeah, uh)
the boys
[chorus]
run in your crib and i do not get caught (do not get caught)
she say i’m handsome, i get that a lot (get that a lot)
look at his face and you see a red dot (see the red dot)
we just hit lenox, don’t know what to cop (mm+mm)
he keep on stealin’ my flow, but it’s fine (yeah, yeah)
he want a feature? well, he gettin’ fined (yeah, yeah)
she not givin’ neck so don’t waste my time (yeah, yeah)
not playin’ with thesе n+ggas, i’m all in my prime (yeah, yeah)
i’m in my bag, i ain’t going for nothing
i’m tryna f+ck, i ain’t think about cuffing
fakе i.d. in the club like mclovin
i brought the glock, i am not with the tussling (mm+mm)
we cannot fight, i got the strap like a dyk+
he want the work, it’s on sight
b+tch, i get high like a kite (b+tch, i get high like a kite, yeah)
[verse]
glock in my hand, that’s a palm angel
i hit this ho in some palm angels
these n+ggas, they practice my song cadence
said i’m droppin’ the tape, got ’em all waitin’
these industry n+ggas be pump fakin’
b+tch, i’m in the hills and i’m sunbathin’
think he spiritual because he sungazin’ (sungazin’, yeah, woah)
i’m on the top floor up in n.y
this ain’t my first blunt, b+tch, i been high (b+tch, i been high)
she took a xan and she boot up
grip in my hand, will i shoot ’em?
all of my n+ggas the rudest (d+mn)
b+tch, i just hang with the cool kids (yeah)
told that lil’ b+tch i’m a cool kid (cool kid)
i’m gon’ shoot, give a f+ck ’bout who you is (you is)
i’m up in ella with two b+tches (yeah, yeah)
i hit the wells and i pull out the riches
she suicidal how she slit wrists, yeah (uh)
[bridge]
yeah, i’m tryna touch the stars (i’m tryna touch ’em)
i’m tryna get up (i’m tryna get up)
your ho cannot get my d+ck hard (yeah)
no, she can’t get me up (no, she can’t get me up)
for the gang, she a wh0re (wh0re)
for the gang, she a sl+t
[chorus]
run in your crib and i do not get caught
she say i’m handsome, i get that a lot
look at his face and you see a red dot
we just hit lenox, don’t know what to cop
he keep on stealin’ my flow, but it’s fine
he want a feature? well, he gettin’ fined
she not givin’ neck so don’t waste my time
not playin’ with these n+ggas, i’m all in my prime
i’m in my bag, i ain’t going for nothing
i’m tryna f+ck, i ain’t think about cuffing
fake i.d. in the club like mclovin
i brought the glock, i am not with the tussling
we cannot fight (yeah), i got the strap like a dyk+
he want the work, it’s on sight (sight)
b+tch, i get high like a kite (kite)
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